I am an island.  I am alone.  It is a workable analogy. 

    I can imagine myself with a big reef and huge breakers making it hard to find the safe way in.  When you get to the island I have soft white beaches of innocence that belies what lies underneath.  There are deep, dark caves, moist and warm within.  You may enter those yet you may never reach me.  There are heights that you may see but never scale.  I keep myself very deep within and allow no-one to see all of me.

     People say I’m intense.  I can be but it is dependant on my mood.  It is just another way of keeping me hidden.

     I have been single now for nine months and I am enjoying it.  At the end of my last relationship I made myself a promise that I would stay single for at least twelve months.  This was to give myself the chance to heal, to become whole again as I had let someone a lot of the way in.   I don’t think you can have a good relationship with someone else if you are full of unresolved issues.  This was probably the major reason my last Girlfriend and I didn’t last. 

     I am happy with my own company.  I like myself.  I enjoy living alone.  Sometimes it is lonely.  These are the times I miss her the most and I have to remind myself that there is a lot more to love than physical company.  Besides there is nothing wrong with the good old one night stand.